“Have a good night,” the second guard says, before he opens the ballroom door at his side.
“Thanks,” I tell him, moving forward.
Falcon follows me silently into the ballroom.
The blast of pop music gets louder as we move through a semi-enclosed little reception area that isn’t being utilized and walk through an open space the size of a double doorway to get to a sort of bar area with tables and chairs scattered across the space.
The lighting is low and kind of moody.
All the dark colors in the room don’t help.
It seems weird that the music is so cheerful, but maybe that’s just me.
This place feels like it should have sombre classical music playing in the background.
The dancefloor beyond the bar looks pretty big, though for now it’s being used as a spot for a group of Omegas to chat, while the DJ on the stage plays upbeat music and dances by himself.
I can’t help but stop and stare.
“This … really isn’t anything like I imagined it would be.”
I glance at Falcon, and he takes me by the arm, moving me off to the side quickly.
I turn and see more Alphas walking in.
Right. We were kind of in the way.
“So?” I ask, as I let my Alpha lead me past a few empty tables, going in the direction of the dancefloor for some unknown reason.
“So?” Falcon echoes in response, stopping to glance at me with one eyebrow raised.
“So, we came all the way out here, and we’ve been warned multiple times about trespassing. Are you really going to try to find this girl anyway?”
I keep my voice low, knowing he can still hear it.
No one else is close enough.
There are maybe a dozen people in the room so far.
The party is barely getting started.
He nods slowly, locking his gaze with mine after a beat.
“I came here for a reason. I’m not leaving until I see her.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Robin
Katie comes back from the doors that lead into the ballroom, a bright smile on her face and her eyes sparkling. “It’s starting! We have Alphas, and I guess, a few Betas. That’s different. I’m kind of excited to see how tonight goes.”
Chef Harris makes an irritable sound and curses under his breath before he raises his head to look at her and say, “You would think this was your sweet sixteen. It is not. Be careful to remind yourself of that.”
She rolls her eyes. “If it was my party, I’d be out there dancing with those Alphas.”
“Do not even think about it,” he warns.
“As if!” she complains, looking at me. “I would never risk setting such a bad example for the new girl.”
